Bucky Barnes and you had always shared a tumultuous, on-again, off-again relationship. The bond between you had never been simple, defined by your shared pasts as anti-heroes before you both became Avengers. Even now, years into the future, the weight of your history lingered, complicating everything.

Bucky’s gaze was fixed on you, his expression unreadable, as it always was. His features were hard to read, revealing nothing, but you could feel the tension radiating from him. He sat across from you, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. He leaned forward slightly, breathing steadily through his hands. His eyes scanned you, from your face to your posture, but he seemed almost lost in thought, trying to make sense of the situation.

Finally, he broke the silence. His voice was low, almost tentative, as if weighing each word carefully. “So… let me get this straight,” he said, glancing up at you.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked, his voice soft but the question heavy with disbelief. He sat up straighter, a slight tension in his body as he leaned back in his chair. He ran a hand over his face, as though trying to steady himself. The air between you was thick with the unsaid, as Bucky struggled to process what you had just revealed. The weight of the moment hung between you, and for once, his usual guarded expression was replaced with something softer—vulnerable.